Blue Ridge Trucking 2
by Bald Hairy Man
This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.
It is odd in American Culture that Truckers, who sit on their in a truck all day are considered macho men, but emergency workers are wimps. Just because EMTs help to save people in danger and get people out of dangerous situations doesn't mean they are real men.
The men who returned to the Blue Ridge Lodge were tired and exhausted. They were also covered in mud. The bus was in a muddy ditch and the 36 people on it were frightened, disoriented and had trouble helping them selves. Most were elderly women. It took a lot of work to get them out of the bus and to the hospital. The got the wreck cleared by 6:00 in the morning. The truckers left when the road was cleared and then the EMTs, Troopers and other workers arrived at the Lodge.
Dwayne was in charge of the accident. He was tired, but did well. He also had made contact with Mark, the senior EMT. Mark is an old friend of mine. He looks like a six-foot-four version of Goofy, gangly and oddly put together. Dwayne discovered Mark knew his stuff forwards and backward, and was a real leader of men in spite of his looks. The crew had breakfast and went off to the showers. Junie, my laundry man, went to work his magic on their mud caked clothes. Junie was a wonder.
I brought extra towels and some warm robes to the locker room and peeked into the showers to see if they needed anything else. Under Mark's guidance, they had found ways to entertain themselves. Mark was an odd combination of, scientist, philosopher and humanitarian with a touch of sex driven maniac. He was interested in sex as a scientific phenomenon. In the high stress world of Emergency services, he thought sex was the best way to relax and recharge. He believed mind blowing sex resulted in more complete relaxation.
Mark also knew you can't be a semi-virgin. You're just as fucked with three inches of cock in your ass as eight, so you might as well take the whole thing. Mark didn't hold back and eventually his friends learned to let go and enjoy it. Mark had a way about him and could get a man to open up. He was friendly, laid back, and just a country boy, but he seemed to be able to find a guys hot buttons and press them all. He liked it when a man's hot button is deep inside.
Mark was with Dwayne, the trooper, Louie, Mark's best friend, and two new EMTs, Scooter and Howard. Mark had a nice way of letting guys know when he was interested and in the mood. His cock was firm, but not exactly hard. Truthfully speaking he was always ready willing and able. Mark and Dwayne made an odd couple. With his cropped military style hair, Dwayne always looked like a trooper. Mark always looked like something the cat dragged in.
Thy were all getting into it when a young trucker entered the room. The trucker at first pretended he wasn't looking at them. Mark is very hairy and well hung. When you are that well hung, there's no reason to be shy about showing your stuff. Mark saw the trucker looking at him. He smiled and stroked his semi erect member.
A minute later, the trucker got closer to the cluster of men near Mark. By then Dwayne and Scooter were getting hard too.
"Is this a private party?" the trucker asked.
"Nope, but this isn't a party, or at least it isn't a Sunday School social," Mark replied.
"No cookies and red punch?" the trucker asked smiling.
"We serve home brew straight from the spigot," Mark replied. "Are you game?" Mark was a good judge of men.
The trucker nodded. "You're sporting some big meat," he observed.
"Let me tell you, it's a lot bigger up your ass than it looks here," Louie said. "It feels good once you're use to it." Louie is a big, beefy man, a muscle bear. He was bearded with a beaten up face. He once had a problem with fighting until Mark got him to stop drinking.
The trucker was still interested. Mark came over to me and whispered, "Are you available? I could use a versatile man to fill in the gaps." I was willing and suggested we go to the Tee Pee. The Tee Pee was a feature left over from Blue Ridge lodge's days as a summer camp. It was a round cone shaped room illuminated by a skylight. Pillow covered, deep benches lined the room.
We used it as a playroom and rented it out for parties. Several local bear groups liked it and a sling remained from the last party. The bears are typically a friendly group and like truckers too. Scooter and Alex were there for Mark's special training session. The were into it, but comparatively inexperienced. The trucker, whose name was Dud, was an unknown, but he sure was excited. I was with Scooter, Dwayne with Alex and Louie with Dud. Mark circulated, but that worked out well. There was a lot of Mark to go around. Mark whispered to me Scooter was shy and a slow starter.
I had seen Scooter around town. He worked at a car refinishing shop and was a new member of the rescue squad. He was average in height and was muscular. A mustache and beard hid a cleft palate and he had a stutter. He was really shy and didn't talk much. I think if we had been at a party and had to make conversation, we never would have gotten to know each other. Cock sucking is a good ice breaker. Scooter loved to be sucked and was willing to learn.
Scooter had a thin, long, uncut snake and big, bull balls. Extra skin covered the head, even when he was fully erect. His balls were true cum factories and the skin trapped precum so it didn't drip. That is one of my major turn ons, and I went to town.
I dropped to my knees and sucked him. I worked my tongue into the pucker and soon his man juices coated it. I sucked his skin in, I swirled my tongue around the space between the skin and his knob, working it into every recess of his cock. The smell and taste of his sex juices over whelmed me. I got enthusiastic. Scooter loved it. Apparently my enthusiasm transferred from me to his cock and then to his brain. Soon we sixty-nined. Mark told me Scooter wasn't much into that, but if that was true, I couldn't tell. He went after my cock like a dog in heat.
After a wild start, we settled down into a more tender sexual exploration. Being a sex buddy isn't the same thing as being a friend, but it can be a good start.
Alex was next to us on the bench being sucked by Dwayne. Alex was in his fifties and a hairy, grizzled bear of a man. He ran a restaurant, and his wife recently died of cancer. He had nursed her through five years of sickness and when she finally died, he needed someone to take care of. The Rescue Squad filled that need.
I was never sure he was gay; I think he liked sex, but couldn't do it with a woman other than his wife. He had no problem with man sex. Somehow that wasn't being unfaithful to his late wife. Mark told me he too was standoffish and uneasy until he got into it.
It was obvious Dwayne hit the spot with Alex. The handsome trooper was gentle and enthusiastic and Alex' fire plug style cock turned into a full sized obelisk. Soon Alex was sampling Dwayne's home brew. The Trooper Cream was a success.
Dud was a red-neck, wild man, sex pig. He was as unlike Alex and Scooter as a man could be. Many consider being a sex pig to be a disadvantage. I think of it as an asset. Dud talked non-stop when ever he didn't have a cock in his mouth.
When I said he was a sex pig, I over stated the case. He was more correctly, a sex pig want-to-be. Dud had lived at home with his mom until a month earlier. He had just gotten out of the nest and wanted to learn how to fly.
His sexual experience was limited to quickies in rest stops and men's rooms. He wanted more. Louie was the Daddy type and Dud liked that. Actually Mark, Alex and I were all Daddy types for Dud. He was 23. With blondish-red hair and a pink body, Dud looked even younger. He made no effort so hide his hole; Dud wanted to be fucked. The hole was miniscule and pink, almost delicate. I saw Mark casting admiring glances at it.
I'm not much of a cherry picker. Mark was a top and he like to be the first. I'm versatile pretty much willing to take what comes my way. My own first experience with a cock in my ass wasn't that good, so I'm uneasy. Being fucked can grow on you, and I certainly like it now, but I like an experienced man; less drama and more fun.
I wasn't that interested in fucking, but Scooter was. He wanted to top and try me on for size. I wasn't particularly interested, but Scooter told me he had never done anal and he didn't think anyone would let an ugly guy like him fuck them. Of course I knew he was asking if I would let him fuck me, but he was so unsure of himself, he phrased it in a way that avoided disappointment. He was afraid of rejection.
I've never bought a dog; I've always adopted strays. Scooter was my type. I told him I liked to entertain on the back porch. Scooter didn't get it right off, so I straddled him and sat on it. He was well spit lubricated. Sometimes having no expectations is a prelude to a great fuck, and this was one of those times. It was almost a perfect fit.
When I say almost, it meant his cock wanted to be here my prostate was. Each time I bounced on his cock, I had to gasp for breath it was so good. Next to us Alex was on his back opening wide for Mark's monster. Alex was a moaner, and we knew exactly how deep Mark's cock was. With each inch of penetration, Alex's moans got deeper and more guttural.
Scooter and I moved. I got on my back and had my legs on his shoulders. This gave Scooter control. Once I man is in my ass, I can take it pile driver style. Scooter wasn't a pile driver; he was a lover. Somehow, when a cock is rubbing my prostate, I can do a good imitation of a lover. It was good. I got Scooter to slow down and pull out a few times, so it would last.
During one of these lulls I noticed Dwayne replaced Mark in Alex's hole and Mark turned his attention to Dud. Louie and Mark double teamed the young trucker. Dud wanted a cock min his ass the most, but was the most timid too. Mark was the biggest man in the group, but Louie was the thickest. Neither member was ideal for a maiden voyage.
Somehow, Lou got into Alex's ass, this freeing up Dwayne's for deflowering Dud. Louie's fire plug hit all the right places in Alex and his moans dropped another octave. Mark was prepared with lubricant and poppers. Mark coated Dwayne's cock and Dud's whole and a second later Dwayne's pubic hair touched Dud's ass. A minute after that, Dwayne had a long and very vocal orgasm filling Dud with his man cream.
Dwayne was still spurting when he pulled out. Mark went in as soon as he withdrew. I don't think Dud's hole had a chance to close up before Mark's large knob was on the dark and juicy side of Dud's sphincter. Dud was totally defenseless. Mark took his time and gave Dud a good sniff of poppers before he went deep. It wasn't completely painless, but Dud was rock hard; it was good.
Scooter was slowly pumping his cock in my ass and leaned over me. "Can you do me?" he asked.
"Do you want to? It good for me as it is," I replied.
"I'm a little afraid, but I really want it. I want to know what it feels like."
I got Scooter on his back and the lube and poppers from Mark. Wanting a cock in your ass and convincing your prostate you want it are two very different things. Scooter was tight and uneasy. I was patient and Scooter was a good sport. Dwayne came over and encouraged Scooter to relax and gave him some helpful hints. The poppers worked their magic and once I was in it was clear sailing. After a while Alex. Louie and Dwayne had to leave and the group broke up.
I went to my room and slept. I had been up most of the night. I had pleasant dreams, but suspected Scooter, Alex and Dud had good dreams too. The left the Lodge happy men.
A few days later Scooter came back. I was busy, but one of our regulars, the Professor was visiting and they went to the showers together. The professor had a cabin, and I said I'd join them when I was free.
The Professor discovered the Blue Ridge Lodge by accident several years earlier. Howard Williamson was a professor of music at a nearby university. His specialty was Appalachian Folk music and he got stranded at the Blue Ridge Lodge by a massive rainstorm. There was flash flooding and he found the lodge.
Howard was just getting out of the rain, but he found the shower room and liked our clientele. We had a number of visitors who liked truckers. Howard like country boys. The men called him the professor. Howard was almost a charactature of the absent minded professor, complete with the tweed jacket with leather patches. He was affable, pleasant, and could play any stringed instrument like a professional musician.
Oddly, he was familiar with mountain men, he just hadn't considered having sex with them. When he did it was the 4th of July and Christmas rolled into one. He loved it. Howard was deeply sexually repressed, but had the wild imagination of a repressed man. Once he discovered sex at the lodge he was wild man. The Professor became a popular figure. This may sound odd, but he wasn't a user. He like mountain men and he loved their stories, music and lifestyle. He understood they were after love; most we happy with mind blowing sex. Howard gave them that.
The men liked him; they treated him like an interesting medical oddity. The second he heard Scooter's accent the Professor was hooked. Scooter came from the deepest, darkest hollow of the Blue Ridge, and had a thick accent. The Professor loved it.
The professor dressed in tweeds, but sported a massive, brown beard the size of a Badger. He was always polite and interested in what the men said. I got to the Professor's room an hour later. Scooter was deep fucking Howard's ass and talking a blue streak. I noticed Scooter had lost his stutter. I took that as a very good sign.
I was a little worried I would be a fifth wheel, but Howard was imaginative and there was always a way to integrate another cock or asshole into the fun. Sex for Howard was pure unadulterated fun, and his uninhibited approach to sex was contagious.
I had seen Howard naked in the showers, but never had sex with him. My knowledge of his sex life came from his enthusiastic playmates. Howard was a hairy bear, with a modest cock. It was immediately clear, Howard was a grower, not a shower. He possessed a regulation size beer can cock, a real ass stretcher. Impressively thick, it was topped with a huge , purple knob. Pre cum drooled from the wide slit.
I leaned over and licked the oozing organ. His slit must have been a half inch wide and I could work my tongue deep into his shaft. His pre cum was sweet and plentiful. Howard was oozing in response to Scooter's thrusts. I could taste it when Scooter rubbed Howard's prostate. Poor Howard was in a confused state. I discovered the flared edge of his knob was exceptionally sensitive. When I licked it as Scooter pounded his prostate, Howard almost had sensory overload. It was spectacular. He was almost ejaculating precum.
We pulled apart to delay the actual orgasm. Howard was into edging and he was fine. " Scooter told me you fucked him last week." Howard said. "He said you were good,"
"Scooter is a good sport, "I replied. "For a virgin he was nice and open. I'm big for someone new to the scene.
"I'm not as new as you think," Scooter said. "My uncle got me once. You are the first to fuck me proper."
"I hope it didn't bring back old, bad memories," I said.
"To tell you the truth,if you hadn't told me we were fucking I wouldn't have known what we were doing was fucking. You are a nice man; my uncle was a drunken ass hole," he explained. "I didn't know you were both supposed to enjoy it."
'" We all like to fuck. You get more repeat customers if it's good for both."
I've never been bare ass naked with men before either," Scooter remarked. " Did you like that?"
"Not at first, but it got better, and then got a lot better,. Everyone here is nice. I didn't know grown men liked the same things I do."
"I will bet 90% on the gay men in the world at one point in their lives thinks he the only one," I said.
"Shit, I thought that way until two years ago when I found this place," Howard said. "My life was chaste and frustrating." Howard held Scooter in his arms. Scooter pulled up his legs, exposing his hole. I know an invitation when I see it.